Nancy Kittridges Fall From Grace Ch 07

(Note: All of the characters in this story are fictional, bearing no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and they are all at least 18 years of age. There isn't any sex in this episode. If that's what you're looking for, you should pass on this one.)

Bill Kittridge took his wife into his arms. She was distraught. Slowly, the two of them stepped away from Jules' doorway, closing the door behind them. Bill suppressed the urge to kill both his eldest children. Instead, he deterred Abby's urge to do the same. They waited.

Nancy burst from Jules' bedroom, fully clothed now. She raced past her parents down the stairs, intending to hide in her room.

"Hold it, young lady," came Bill's stentorian voice.

Nancy expected this. She paused at the foot of the stairs without turning to face her parents. The family was in a moment of crisis. Hiding in her room was not going to erase her sin.

Jules didn't wait to be called. He trudged to his doorway in his underwear, knowing that recriminations and consequences (all bad) were imminent.

Bill led his wife and the incestuous couple downstairs to the dining room table with a heavy heart. Abby Kittridge's measured breathing bespoke her rage. Nancy continued to cry. Jules just looked downward, unable to brook his parent's gaze.

"How long has this been going on?" Bill Kittridge demanded.

It was not a question. It was an accusation.

Nancy began to gag. Jules didn't reply.

"HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON." Bill Kittridge reiterated brusquely.

"A week or two," Jules mumbled.

Several issues were in play here. Firstly, the Kittridges now harbored two sinners, not just one, in their home. Of these, one was newly initiated into the genre. Nancy was still a golden member of the congregation, entitled to a hearing in lieu of her statement of repentance and, it must be said, the presumption of innocence. The other sinner had proven that he was not on the path to restoration. Worse, he'd inveigled a formerly pristine member of their family into his nefarious web of sexual filth.

It was this last sin that put Jules most at risk. By Jehovah's witness doctrine, Nancy could still be redeemed. Jules, already disfellowshipped, stood in need of further, harsher discipline.

"Nancy, you're aware of the scriptural prohibition against pre-marital sex. And yet you committed this act anyway. Can you tell us how this happened?"

Bill Kittridge was not in dad mode now. In dad mode he might want to physically attack the man who'd imperiled his daughter's hopes for eternal life in God's New System of things. (Jehovah's witnesses believe in a future paradise on Earth under a heavenly government). Bill might want to curse and fight. Bill was operating in elder mode now. By that standard he had to view the situation dispassionately. Nancy would have to be brought up before a council of elders. Jules was entirely Bill's problem.

Nancy could not answer her father. She existed in terror and shame. Her vagina's trenchant needs had led her astray.

Bill Kittridge quickly realized that he would get nothing from his daughter that night. She was incapable of dealing with her mortal sin in the moment. He'd known immediately what needed to be done with Jules.

"Nancy, go get in the bed. We'll deal with you tomorrow," he announced.

Nancy bolted the table, disappearing downstairs into her room.

Bill and Abby Kittridge stayed behind with Jules. Bill allowed an uncomfortable silence to settle over the proceedings. He had something to say, something that all of them knew was coming.

"Jules. You're a grown man now. We have stood by you even though other members of the congregation have advised us otherwise. We have fed and clothed you. We've put a roof over your head. And this is how you've repaid us? By bringing your...your FILTH into your own family? It's one thing to fornicate with worldly girls. You've brought this disease into MY home!! You've inveigled your own sister into mortal sin!! She may get disfellowshipped because of you!! Who's next? JILL? JAMIE??!?"

Bill Kittridge allowed his rage to build and double.

"Jules, I cannot allow this to continue. You will have to leave my home. You will have to find your own way in the world that you have chosen. Do you understand me?"

Jules understood. He'd expected this. He didn't expect what came next.

"Gather your things. It's time for you to leave."

Jules was taken aback.

"Now?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes. Now."

It was one o'clock in the morning.

"Where am I supposed to go at this hour?"

"That's your problem, Jules. Don't let the sunrise find you here. I'll throw your things into the street."

"Dad!! I..."

"Don't 'Dad' me. You've betrayed me as a man. You've soiled my daughter. I cannot have you here. It's all I can do to refrain from whipping your ass. GO!!!"